Who's Job is it Anyway?

This past fall, a friend of mine (whose name I will not disclose) lost a very dear friend from highschool in a tragic accident. When you combine a bad fight with a significant other, and an over the top idea meant for emphasis and humour, then stick it to the edge of a very active rail road, a life is easily taken. Though I was not close to this individual, and I didn't even know her name before the deemed "suicide" it got me thinking; who does the crime scene cleanup?

Though I've played with the idea of being a mortician, and have come to terms with the fact that blood and guts don't freak me out like "normal girls", I am not quite sure I could handle urine cleanup.... or feces cleanup for that matter. I have also pondered about unnattended death scenes, whose foul stench can easily out-way that of urine and bowl movements. The grave-yard in the town I grew up in always smelled like smoldering french fries, and I was told that was because it is so old that they didn't have the knowledge or means for proper burials. I then decided I was going to be a high-end mortician. " I want my bodies fresh, please."

Yet another friend from my time in the navy claimed to have been employed by a company that specialized in homicide cleanup. Her eyes were dead as if she has seen too much to be amused by anything other than what her job had entailed. (another reason I decided not to take that route in my life) But, of course I couldn't help but prod at her for details about this interesting field of work. She said the most boring part was when she would get calls for odor removal or meth lab cleanup. I understand the odor removal part, but meth lab cleanup!? The place could blow up at any given moment, how would that be boring? Plus I'm kinda curious on how one would go about...making... meth. Anyway, her eyes lit up when she spoke of suicide cleanup, and that's when it got a little weird. Kinda like when you talk to a pot head and the only thing that brings them out of that glossed-over stare is when you make a remark about weed. I try my hardest not to become a zombie... in any sense of the word.